Useful Searches

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Only the box is a world of its own.

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Two roosters in a hen house

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The building was different, the world was different, but the classroom was almost exactly the same. Even, ordered rows of clean desks that could easily belong to any high school back home. Windows on the left, door on the right, his own large wooden desk at the front of the room with the whiteboards right behind him. Aizawa took some odd little comfort at the familiar space and knew that it would all go to shit before the end of the first hour of the first class later that day. There were plenty of other classes on going and Aizawa felt like he would be able to take the time to walk around the place before anyone started poking around the room.

So he left his sleeping bag rolled up in one of his desk drawers and walked out the door, locking it behind him to at least deter some more of the normal kids from starting trouble while he wasn't looking. To say that he had a low opinion on the kinds of trouble gifted students could get up to was probably some sort of understatement. They could get in the worst kinds of trouble without even trying. Which was why he had spoken to Merlin about the type of class he wanted to have. Power development and control. With a smaller side class to handle violate powers. Things that students could barely control because they were too powerful or too dangerous.

Eraser Head was exactly the sort of teacher that should have had that kind of class. Those kinds of students. He was perfectly capable of handling them and keeping things from getting too out of hand. He had experience in teaching those types of people and his thoughts easily crossed over to the trouble makers in class A-1 that he had been in charge of. The ones that seemed to break themselves every damn time they wanted to use their abilities. The dark haired man was hoping that there wouldn't be someone like that here but he knew how futile that thought was. There would always be an All Might rolling around.

Aizawa stuffed his hands in his pockets and lazed down one of the hallways, walking with a slouch that suggested he was far less on guard than he really was. His dark eyes glanced around the hallways to take everything in. The number of doors, the distance between them, how many hallways, and other notable places he could pick out. It was always good to know the area you were in and if this school got attacked in the same way that UA had, then Aizawa wanted to be prepared. He also had to figure out where the gym was in here and other spaces that could be used for power development, so he wandered a little bit closer to the "workshops" that the place boasted without caring if he was allowed there or not. He was a teacher here now, of course he was allowed.

He stopped in front of a door that had a light on, opening it and poking his head in to look around. He made eye contact with another dark haired man who seemed to be in the room by himself, prepping for something or other, and stared at him for a second before pulling back out of the room. A flat look had been given and Aizawa just kept walking because there hadn't been anything in there that had stuck out from the rest or would have been useful to him, not at first glance.

Qrow was busy repairing a pistol, tweaking the mechanisms within the chamber that loaded the rounds. It was not work that required undying attention, and he looked up as soon as his door was opened. No one was expected in the shop at this hour, and certainly not the person who proceeded to glimpse around his domain. Qrow returned an equally indifferent look, with perhaps more curiosity, but as the stranger left, the huntsman's red gaze only lingered on the closed door for a moment before he returned back to his work. It was just some lost dumbass who had a hairstyle that looked eternally caught in a rainstorm. Qrow had seen stranger strangers in this school, and he thought nothing of the encounter for the next few hours.

Later in the day, the professor was walking towards the gym to have a sparring session with a student when he was slowed to a halt in the hallway as a stream of children poured out from a doorway in his path, giggling and smiling and generally uplifted as if reluctantly exiting a comedy club. "That teacher was so cool!" One exclaimed as his friend walked ahead of him, but backwards, agreeing with a loud, "Yeah, he's even better than Mr. Branwen!"That very child whirled on his heel to nearly bump straight into his former professor, who gave him a very shocked and scrutinous look. "Oh-- Hi Mr. Branwen!" The boy stammered, face falling white.

Qrow stared into the kid's mortified embarrassment for only a short moment before asking calmly, "Who is better than Mr. Branwen?" He was answered by an uneasy laugh as the boy skirted around him and hid beside his friend. "Uh, nobody!" His friend smirked and called back an actual answer, even gesturing to the doorway they'd just passed through. "Mr. Shota!"

"Oh, really?" Qrow glanced to the doorway as the last few kids departed. He threw a dark smile back to the two students as they hurried away. "I think I'll be the judge of that." He then stepped eagerly through the door as if entering a fabled dragon's lair while knowing that only a simple iguana was waiting inside. A hoax that was fooling lesser naive knights, and that was worthy only of being laughed at, not admired. In the distance of the hall behind him, the boy wailed, "Aw, man why didn't you tell me he was right there??"

Inside the room, Qrow asserted his place by the door and slid his hands in his pockets, smiling at the sight of the mophead from earlier. "Mr. Shota." He drawled in awe as if discovering a secret he'd held a clue to all along, his tone slightly triumphant with the new knowledge of the man's name. "Haven't seen you around before. Other than when you were scoping out my shop, of course, but I think we both can agree that wasn't a proper meeting." He smirked with a small head tilt, only kidding, but not really.

"Branwen." He nodded forward once, giving a half-assed introduction of himself with the absence of an offered handshake. The huntsman never introduced himself by his last name, but for some reason he figured a bit of respect was due from the other party in this scenario. He remained smiling, if only in anticipation to unveil said hoax that had at least one student convinced that this man was a better teacher. And by better, he knew the boy had meant 'more fun,' which was impossible. He had a reputation to uphold, and no shag-haired newbie was going to take it away from him. Still, he remained friendly, in a teasing, mocking, guyish sort of way.

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Aizawa went about the rest of his day without really thinking on anything about the other teachers in the area or what the other man had been doing in the shop. Instead he had reviewed his class list, had his first couple of classes, and then gone about his day in a normal fashion. Aizawa had already had to stop someone from using their powers twice in the middle of class and the students had had quite the reaction to his abilities. Apparently calling it cool and chattering about it for far too long before Aizawa had brought their attention back to what they were supposed to be doing: a report on their powers.

This world wasn't like his own. None of these students had registered their "quirks" with the government and he hadn't seen them test into the school either. The dark haired man had no clue what their abilities were and despite the fact that it would have been easy for anyone to lie on a sheet of paper, it would give him a starting point in understanding what he was actually working with. What he was working towards as a little more muddy but whenever there were young people with powers, there was the chance for something to go wrong and he had the ability to help fix that, so that was exactly what he was going to try to do here.

His last class had let out five or ten minutes before and Aizawa was already reading over a number of the reports that the students had written up, all with the handy help of a translation device that he had purchased after discovering text did not translate itself either. Reading over the fact that one of his students could summon monsters from another dimension wasn't as startling as it could have been, all things considered, but Aizawa was trying to read between the lines to what had not been included in the report while also writing out his own ideas about the students' mental state, abilities, and what could be missing in a journal next to the reports.

Everything was moving along well for his first day right up until someone walked in and said his first name. Aizawa looked up to see the other dark haired man he had picked out that morning in the shop room. "Aizawa." The correction was easy and effortless, already said a thousand times that day because the students had been calling him by his first name after he had written it out on the board earlier. Apparently there were a lot of Americans hanging around that had influenced manners. Just like All Might.

Aizawa didn't miss the way the other man stood, spoke, and joked. His flat eyed stare gave nothing away at all as he continued to look at what he assumed was a new colleague of his. Someone who was showing up for a pissing contest. His ego must have been rather fragile or maybe he was just the second newest teacher on the block. Whatever the reason, Aizawa didn't care. "Now that we've been introduced, you know where the door is." He had just walked through it and Aizawa didn't have time to play with someone at the moment. Students were more important, so he turned back to his notes and the reports in front of him to continue. "Unless you'd like to drop the pissing contest you're currently losing and advise why you're here, Branwen." At least mostly. It was sometimes fun to get under people's skin.

Qrow smirked faintly at the additional name the professor gave him, neither of which the huntsman was going to forget. A full name was more information than Shota Aizawa had on him. Qrow's smirk fell at the very blunt call-out and rude suggestion to conclude their 'official' introduction.

"I never said anything about a pissing contest." The huntsman shrugged his angled shoulders and elbows, keeping his hands in his pockets and playing innocent. Quite frankly he didn't see any dicks out, so who was to say who was losing? That is, if this even was a pissing contest, as 'Mr. Shota' accused it of being. Qrow took a step forward into the heart of the classroom only to move deliberately in the opposite direction of the door, casting his gaze around the room to find something to silently judge, like the style of decor or complete lack thereof.

"I just wanted to welcome you to the school, you know? Though you clearly don't seem like much of a friendly type." He muttered shamelessly with full lackadaisical confidence before turning back to the professor and gently goading him to look up from behind his cowardly shield of papers. "But the kids sure liked you, I heard. Joey, in particular."

Qrow wanted to know why, and he believed he already did. "Let me guess, you vowed to spare them from homework for the course of the semester." He chuckled lightly, confident he had the man all figured out. Classic cool-teacher move, and incredibly predictable.

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Funny how he stepped further into the room and continued to dance around whatever issue he really wanted to talk about. At least for a moment before circling around to the fact that one of the students had said they liked Aizawa's class. Which was interesting because the first day of class was never all that interesting. He was sure that the students' would change their minds by the end of the third class. That was the way it normally went, even back at U.A. Depending on how early he felt like starting to through out failing grades as warnings.

There was a flick of his bloodshot eyes to the other teacher, otherwise his face was completely neutral, before returning to the work he needed to finish in front of him. "Hardly. I advised that it's completely normal for me to fail half the class before the mid-semester mark and that I will not put up with any amount of stupidity in my class or on school grounds in general." That was just fact. He hadn't singled anyone out yet and so it was just a general cloud looming over their heads.

Aizawa had also explained the sorts of things they would be going over. Developing powers, learning more control, generally increasing their powers and helping them hone their own skills to be able to handle anything out in the world. He was still going to encourage them to do the right things with their powers and he would fail out anyone who had the wrong personalities for additional power. Just like he had done back home. Students didn't know that though Aizawa had brought it up with Merlin during the interview.

It was good that Branwen had said what he had about Joey though. If the kid thought that Aizawa's class was still cool despite the rules, then he was likely someone who didn't have anything to hide. Someone who wore their heart on their shoulder. A good personality quirk to note, not as a positive or negative, but as something to help determine what route that kid was going to take. The dark haired man shuffled through his reports until he found Joey's, quickly making a new entry for the student with the additional information.

"Though my class does not have much homework. I prefer skills to be developed while I'm around so no one hurts themselves." Also important. Students had a habit of trying dumb things on their own and then that was how buildings burnt down. That had been easier back home though with laws in place to discourage that sort of thing. "I've advised them not to use new skills in other classes until they have control over them. It shouldn't disrupt your class too much." Or Aizawa would hear about it and well, then the student would have to explain themselves.

Qrow's expression again drooped into something much less arrogant as it was revealed that he did not have the man figured out in the slightest. He didn't sound cool, he sounded strict-- Glynda level strict-- and that was hardly the kind of professor kids boasted about having. How was a strict professor competing with him? He reluctantly decided that it was simply the subject of the class. Aizawa sounded like the kind of professor that worked specifically with kids' powers, or magic, or whatever it was called, depending on which world they were from.

There were plenty of other teachers who taught such power-honing subjects and offered one-on-one instruction and guidance concerning abilities. Qrow hummed to himself in acceptance and turned his head away to study a corner of the room, confident that once the whole 'new guy' appeal wore off, Aizawa would quickly secede from the spotlight of the children's eyes.

"I dunno about that." Qrow countered faintly, if only for the rebellious sake of arguing, though most of the dim fire in his eyes had been cooled. "Some kids like to craft weapons and enchant them with their magic in my class." He leaked a low chuckle and then turned toward the door, content to leave the professor in his peaceful anti-socialism now that his harmless threat of an existence had been handled. "Don't be afraid to call in backup if you ever need it. Some kids are quite a handful when it comes to the shit they can do. Time manipulation, telekinesis-- you name it, some little twerp has it." His advice was less of a mocking challenge and more of an earnest offer of aid, though he still presented it carelessly.

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If Aizawa's words put the other man off, he didn't care. There was something completely different between what they were talking about. There was a reason why Aizawa was considered one of the better options to train with. Students could literally throw themselves into their training without having to worry about all the ill effects because Aizawa could s top it on a dime. They could grow faster and Aizawa was actually rather adept at helping push people forward, he had been doing this for years.

"I won't need your help. I already can neutralize all of those." He didn't need someone like All Might bursting through the door because he heard something he didn't like. Trying to up show everyone around him with that stupid smile on his face. It didn't matter what way it was presented, Aizawa didn't want to be bothered by anyone else. Instead he finally looked up at Branwen again and wondered what it was going to take to get this man to leave him alone.

There was a reason why he had been hired by Merlin. There was a reason why he was sitting here, just as there was apparently a reason the other man was here too. There was a difference though. Even idiots could get through the door if they had enough charisma. But there was something in the words he had said that caught Aizawa's thoughts in the other words that did sound like something rather useful. Those bloodshot eyes turned back to Branwen, considering how to go about this. "What kind of weapons do you make? Do you also do gear or just straight weapons?" He could learn a bit from the students as well but there was nothing like asking from the source.

Depending on the answer, Branwen might actually be more useful. If it was just weapons, then that would only be helpful with a few kinds of students. If it was both then... well, things could get really interesting in Aizawa's class. Depending on what the gear was and depending on the quality of it. As well as the man's creativity. It wasn't like he had an entire department behind him or company, making hero gear. But a few things could help out with some students who needed the help. So Aizawa shifted gear and decided to move the conversation back to the other teacher, trying to figure out how to use him to make his class more effective.

While a declination of his help was expected, the word 'neutralize' particularly caught Qrow's interest, and it prevented him from walking completely out of the door before the other man even began to voluntarily continue their conversation.

He gave the mop head due attention and eye contact, though his posture remained in shambles and turned partially away. "Pretty much any kind. Mechanical engineering's sort of my thing." The huntsman informed him kindly. He paused for a moment before taking Harbinger off his back and extending it to its full length before transforming it to a scythe, then back down to its' travel sized form. "Gear too. Gauntlets, hoverboards, a few drones here and there." He added as the gears whirred in his weapon and small puffs of steam were released around the creases in the segmented blade.

"If you've got a weapon that needs any upgrades...?" He dragged on before shrugging, more amiable now that the topic of conversation had shifted to both something he was talented at and something he was passionate about.

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Mechanical engineering could be useful, though the man listed off a number of things that were straight forward. Gauntlets, hoverboards, drones, though they could still be useful depending on the student. It was too early to tell and Aizawa didn't know enough about them, so he was starting out a little blind, but he planned on getting things figured out rather quickly. The sooner the better.

"No, I don't need upgrades. Alloy and nanofibers suit me just fine." He lifted a hand to the scarf that was around his neck. The material didn't react in any way but it was obvious that he was speaking of his weapon despite that. Besides mechanical engineering had little to do with what his scarf was. Nothing Aizawa used fell into that category and he utilized his skills correctly with what he had.

But that wouldn't explain why he was asking. "Where I'm from, everyone has abilities. We have villians and professional super heroes. To help build skills for those pro-heroes, there are companies and departments aimed at helping hopefuls hone their skills with various weapons and gear." That about summed up everything. It helped with developing abilities without people hurting themselves. And because it was for the purpose of helping the students, so that was the only reason Aizawa was having this conversation.

"Sometimes it just takes finding the right equipment to make the difference between someone merely controlling their powers or owning them entirely." Which wasn't to say that Branwen would be good enough as U.A.'s equipment abilities, but at least it was something. And if Branwen didn't want to help directly, then the kids could do the bugging. Aizawa had no problem turned the students against the other teacher if it got him what he wanted. A smile finally appeared on Aizawa's face but there was still something sharp about it. Like he was daring Branwen to reject the idea out right so he could torture him with students instead.

Alloy and nanofibers in the scarf? Qrow's eyes narrowed for a moment before his expression relaxed in an anticipatory smile. "...Your scarf is your weapon?" Qrow was careful not to sound harsh or judgmental, but he was deeply curious. He'd encountered a girl who fought with magical ribbons a few months ago, and it hadn't been all that humorous of a fight, but he was still fascinated by the idea of using fabric as a weapon.

Qrow knew he was going to have to be a little more kind to the stranger if he wanted to learn more about the tricks hidden up his sleeves-- probably literally. The explanation of the new professor's old world did a lot to ease the defensive tensions Qrow had exhibited earlier, and he nodded thoughtfully in understanding. "Yeah. Sounds kinda like where I'm from, too."

Weapons and Dust were important tools for huntsmen and huntresses to reach their full potential, but it sounded like weapons and gear were absolutely essential for the heroes of Aizawa's world. Qrow knew that some kids he'd taught could only perform their abilities when using the proper weapon, and those students had really taken value in his class, even though he knew little about imbuing objects with direct magic. He'd called upon a few other mages to help cover those areas of the kids' education.

Qrow's shoulders were more relaxed and less harshly hunched, his posture squared more forward, and his gaze softer. "What're your abilities, if you don't mind me asking?"He guessed telekinesis, taking the form of using that scarf of his as a weapon.

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His scarf was his weapon. Aizawa nodded once in a sharp manner to confirm what the other man was saying, not caring what Branwen's thoughts on the matter were. He knew how to use his weapon and he had mastered it. Sort of happened when you spent most of your days tracking and hunting down criminals. Aizawa knew that he wasn't the only one and he wasn't high up on the ranking chart, but that was mostly because he never catered to fame or fans. He just did his job and went home to his cats. Which were one of the few things he missed while being in Pandora but they were cats. Someone who knew about them would find them and take care of them.

Gear was not always essential for everyone in his world but it was more common. The All Mights of the world were a little harder to come by than someone like himself and without his gear he would have been less effective by far. But if Branwen was from a similar world then maybe that would help bridge the gap between what he could do and how flexible his creations could be. Good things though Aizawa was reserving judgement until he had seen everything he needed to. Until he could see some of those creations.

But then the other teacher asked about his abilities and Aizawa was silent for a little bit, weighing his options before responding. "I can remove people's abilities by looking at them, if I choose to." It was the basics of what he could do but it was still more than what he wanted to say. Again, Aizawa was trying to think of this place as U.A. and knew he couldn't completely compare the two. There wasn't as much trust with the other staff as there had been back at U.A. because not everyone here had been vetted through a process that Aizawa understood personally.

"And yours?" It seemed only fair to receive the same kind of knowledge that he had given. Even if it was the bare bones of the abilities. Aizawa had left out a fair amount and he expected Branwen to do the same but he was hardly going to be on uneven footing with the man.

The man took an amount of time to respond that subtly showed hesitance and would either result in a declination, a carefully construed answer, or a flat-out lie. Qrow was quick to assume the latter, evident by his scoffing smile. "Bullshit." His attitude remained light as he reiterated slowly, combing through the words for hidden truths and visible flaws. "You can remove people's abilities?"

There were plenty of people who could do some crazy shit with their gifts-- but that? He'd never heard of anything that overpowered. He'd spent years searching for that kind of talent, to no avail. It was almost alarming, how easily and confidently Aizawa had declared that of himself, and Qrow nervously hoped he had been telling the truth. Not that it mattered, now.

Or did it? There was no garuntee that Crowley's modifications would remain with his soul forever, or even maintain themselves within working condition against the wear and tear of his natural aura.

Hesitantly, Qrow inquired deeper, careful to keep most of his genuine curiosity out of his voice. "Like... permanently remove?"

Then it was his turn, and he knew he should take it like a gentleman. After a moment of decision, he answered with the same honesty and reservation as Aizawa had earlier. "...Selective speed and strength. And a few, uh, extra things I like to keep under wraps." With a gentle smirk and hum of humor, he tipped his head, making a pun with a pointed look at that wrapped scarf of his. "You understand."

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Bullshit. Finally there was an expression on Aizawa's face. A light and brief smirk. Mostly because he wasn't bullshitting in the least bit and it was one of those things that were uncommon even in his world. Uncommon enough that most people didn't know what to expect when Aizawa turned it on them. He didn't say anything further for a few moments to let Branwen stew on it but he was watching the other man. Almost as if he were assessing him instead of the papers in front of him. Watched the questions filter through that mind.

But apparently he hadn't been paying too much attention to what Aizawa said before. "While I'm looking at that person with the ability switched on." There wasn't a need for a demonstration because the other teacher wasn't a student. No proof would be needed in that manner. But Branwen's powers? "Those are pretty common where I come from." A dime a dozen actually, to varying degrees. There were even people who had managed to do that sort of thing through enough training and still managed to out do those with selective speed and strength, depending on what level they were talking about.

"I'd like to keep the other portions under wraps, thanks." Aizawa also tossed his words back at the other dark haired man. Because Branwen really hadn't told him nearly as much as Aizawa had. Selective speed and strength said nothing really. He could have meant the strength of two men or ten. He could have been a student or All Might for all the pro-hero knew. "You have nothing to worry about regarding stripping a students' powers. I wouldn't be able to do that." That would have been too powerful and too much like All For One. Uncomfortably alike.

He looked back down at the papers in front of him with the twitch of one eyebrow. He was tired and he normally didn't have to put this much effort into teacher. There were plenty of people to provide this information for him back home. This was annoying. "Is there a catalog of students' abilities somewhere?" Maybe he could hope for a lazier afternoon if that was the case.

In the depths of the huntsman's suppressed excitement, he hadn't realized that the man had meant he could only remove abilities for the duration of his gaze. And only while choosing to use that power of his, apparently. A little disheartening, but Qrow scolded himself for being interested in the quirk at all. It shouldn't matter to him, even if it was a permanent theft.

Aizawa clearly wasn't impressed with Qrow's abilities, which was the expected and intended result of his sparse confession. He didn't need to awe the man, though it was useful to learn that such basic enhancements were trite to the scarfed man.

"You have nothing to worry about regarding stripping a students' powers. I wouldn't be able to do that."

Qrow glanced to the floor by the desk and nodded before sighing silently at the open door. The students. They were what mattered, and he was slightly ashamed that he hadn't been concerned about them during his curious questioning of 'Mr. Shota's' powers. Instead, he'd been thinking about himself. "Good." He murmured, accepting and moving forward with the man's belief that the students were what he had been worriedly inquiring about to begin with.

Actually, it probably wasn't a good idea to allow the man to think Qrow had been suspicious or mistrusting of him. That would assuredly put them off to a bad start with each other. Or at least, a worse start than what they'd already dug themselves into. "I mean-- I never thought you were a danger to them or anything. Just... curious."

It was prime time for him to leave, before he metaphorically stumbled over himself again, but then Aizawa asked about some kind of catalog and gave him reason to stay for a while longer. "Uh... you'd have to ask Merlin." He answered, trying to make it sound like a legitimate answer and not an excuse to wrap up the conversation or wave away an opportunity to help out. To prevent his words from sounding like the latter, he continued, "I think they write that stuff on their registration forms, but-- you know kids. They're not always the most honest little angels." He knew of one in particular who had lied on her registration papers-- only because he had told her to.

Stepping over, Qrow extended his ringed hand in a request to take a closer look at the professor's stack of papers-- a gesture that would make a lawyer shriek about policies of confidentiality-- but Qrow was never one for formalities or rules, and it honestly didn't seem like that big of a deal to him if he looked over the files. He'd recognized a handful of kids who'd walked out of this room earlier, and what was the point of hiding one's magical powers from their professors when they'd enrolled in a magical school?"I can point out a few of them if you want."

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The man stumbled over his words and Aizawa couldn't quite help the dry chuckle as he responded. He always enjoyed getting under the skin of others and making them triple think about what they were doing. There wasn't anything nice about the chuckle either but that was hardly something Aizawa cared about. He wasn't here to make friends though there would always be a difference between comrade and other people. But the teachers in this school hadn't been vetted to his standards, not too unlike U.A. in some cases, Aizawa still didn't know why he had been plauged by Present Mic after he had graduated but it was easy to get the man to handle the press and all the other statements in most situations.

Ask Merlin. Well, that did make a bit of sense though he did want to operate decently separate from Merlin with his class. Being able to handle his class was definetly a selling point and something that Aizawa had advised during his interview. He would have to weigh the merits and cons of asking his superior before crossing that bridge. Of course that was when the other man held out his hand to ask for the reports, offering a bit of an olive branch in an attempt to help Aizawa. Or to see what he was doing. Either was possible.

None of the things on his reports would be surprising if the other teacher was worth his salt and it would help Aizawa gauge how competent his peer was. After all, there were notes about the students' mental states as well, observations Aizawa had gathered from the first day. Who was likely friends with whom or rivals. Which ones to watch due to their lack of particiapation or shyness. Even down to which student had been watching which other student too closely instead of their work, which was an indication of either a crush or other potential distractions. There were notes of that sort on everyone in the class, even if it happened to only be a few lines.

Aizawa held the stack out to Branwen and let him take the papers before sitting back in his chair and pulling out his desk drawer for a juice pack. Thankfully stores here sold some of his favorites despite the fact that it was not Japan, so he popped the tab and started to drink while watching Branwen's reaction. "This kind of data is common in the school I use to teach at, for professional super heroes. We found it important to gauge the details to correctly pull out the best knowledge, reactions, and to imprint the correct amount of responsibility in the students." Because this went beyond just helping students develop their powers. Aizawa was fully going to use this to decide which students even needed to be in his class. Anyone with too many villian tendancies would be booted and reported to Merlin, even if this school ran differently. Aizawa wouldn't have any of it. There would always be studnets like Bakugo, who were brash, crass, and loud, but that didn't mean bad. There were other signs for that.

Qrow brought the stack of papers with him as he took a couple steps over to the whiteboard on the wall, leaning back against it as he shuffled through the stack to pick out kids he recognized. The wealth of notes and observations scrawled on the sheets were quickly apparent, but he didn't raise a brow-- instead simply commenting with halfhearted humor, "What are you, some kind of investigative psychologist too?"

If Qrow had less trust in the newcomer, he'd wonder if he was showing too much interest in the students. But he understood what Aizawa was saying, what he was investigating, and the huntsman agreed that these notes were good things to keep a watchful eye on. Ozpin had been the same way, even borderline invasive with how observant he was over his students. A young Qrow had experienced many uncomfortable truth-revealing conversations with him, but it had all been for his own good. Raven, however, would forever see the headmaster's deep compassion as crossing a line. Perhaps Qrow was less sensitive about others' informational privacy because of his work experience in surveillance and scouting.

"Oh yeah, these two have a little fling going on." Qrow smirked, lifting a pair of papers that had matching notes about distractions. Tamarin and Amelia.With a chuckle, he slipped those behind his ring finger, where a small stack of familiar students were piling up after being weeded out from the rest of the stack. "They tried to make out in the back of the shop last semester." And in the most romantic place, where the dumpsters are.

With the stack separated in half, he lightly swung his arm out to drop one pile neatly on the desk. "Don't know anything about those kids. These ones..." He began sifting through the smaller pile still in his hands. "Corbin, shapeshifter. He says 'animals only' but that's not true. He can take the form of people that he's come into physical contact with in the past few days. Caused a bit of drama last semester in another professor's class." The huntsman tossed that file onto the desk beside the unknowns for Aizawa to make additional notes on or whatever. He did the same with each student's file that followed.

"The lovebirds. Tamarin and Amelia. Tamarin's got a bad case of telepathy. He loves to read professors' thoughts, so watch out for that kid. He also likes to narrate them out loud when he thinks it'll get a good laugh out of the others. Makes it pretty aggravating to face him in combat, too." He was glad that kid wasn't in his class anymore. Arrogant little shit. Qrow had been loathe to give him his very first instant-A. "Amelia, telekenesis. Classic make-shit-fly-around kinda thing, but she can use it on organisms too. If she becomes a cop, she'll never need handcuffs." He hated that type of power. She could have won against him in combat too, but thankfully, she'd never challenged him.

The next one did cause him to blink in a brief 'yikes' expression partnered with a small sigh. "This Gavrielle has to wear gloves all the time or she'll give someone a pretty nasty disease if she touches them. That wasn't pretty."

The last file, he waved in the air before tossing it the short distance to the surface of the desk. "And Joey, your number one fan, can supposedly drain the lifeforce out of people if he chooses to." With both hands empty now, he clamped them around the edges of the whiteboard tray and continued to laze his caped back against the slick white surface. "Accidentally did it to a pet once, or something. It didn't sound like a pleasant memory and he didn't want to talk about it. Kid's never been anything more than a bundle of joy, so I find it difficult to picture that, but... that's his deal, supposedly."

"You sure got a lot of powerful kids in here. Guess your semblance is perfect for the job, huh?" He asked with a inquiring look, using the word that was customary in his world and having a much better understanding of what this class was. It wasn't your normal 'let's learn how to use your abilities' class. This was next level shit, and it sounded like Aizawa had rounded up the most powerful kids in the building. He was not envious. With his own semblance, Qrow desired the opposite of the composition of Aizawa's current class. Qrow was happy with the weaker kids, the ones who could make flowers bloom out of nowhere, or who could talk to animals-- easy harmless powers that were easy to deal with and not dangerous or villain-worthy. One thing was for sure, Qrow would not be the most well equipped person to call in for back up in this case.

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Investigative psychologist might have been a good way to put it but it was something that was needed as a teacher in the pro-hero world. Some of the biggest mistakes made in history came from giving the green light to people who shouldn't have been pro-heroes and it always reflected terribly on the system when a pro-hero wound up going to the dark side. It was something that Aizawa wanted to prevent, whether it was in Japan or here in Pandora. Aizawa didn't say anything in response to Branwen's comment, just sat back in his chair and watched the other man flip through the documents. Looking at his facial expressions and body language, trying to figure out what wheels were spinning in the man's head. Because that kind of thinking didn't just apply to students in Aizawa's mind.

Aizawa also didn't care if kids were making out in the back of any classroom as long as it wasn't his classroom or during the middle of a class. The notes were more on par of what to expect should a break up occur. Hard feelings could be difficult to manage when you were adults, never mind hormonal teenagers, and beyond that the dark haired teacher didn't really care. Love lives were never his business.

Branwen started to note off things he knew about half the students and Aizawa leaned forward to jot down more notes in his journal with one hand, still drinking juice with the other. Corbin, Tamarin, Amelia, Gavrelle, Joey... it seemed that the other teacher knew a lot about the students beyond what they were willing to share with someone new. Or maybe in general. What had been told to Branwen and what had he observed? Either way it was a good bit of information and Aizawa was glad that they had had this conversation. Perhaps no more pissing contests were needed.

Semblance. For a second one eyebrow was lifted as he tried to fit the word into a concept that made sense to him. Semblance obviously meant quirk in Aizawa's world, so he just made the logical assumption and moved on. "It is, along with this." One hand lifted to the scarf around his neck but as Aizawa hadn't activated it yet, the material hung limp around his neck like it did most of the time. "I asked Merlin for the difficult ones. They're the ones who need the most lessons in how to correctly use their powers and how to fine tune them, so they won't hurt other people with it." The telepath was going to be interesting though. Aizawa would have to be careful how he thought in class because there were often times that he lied in order to get the correct responses out of his students. He would just have to believe his own lies until he revealed the truth, obviously. It wouldn't be too difficult.

But it was similar to what Aizawa did back home. Except those kids had more control over their abilities than most of these did. Vlad had the second strongest and most dangerous group, but that was because their quirks were different. "Do you work with any nano technologies or advanced materials?" There was a big difference between that and simple weapons. Aizawa wanted to know exactly what he had to work with, if a student needed it.

Qrow was very curious about that scarf, but he pried his eyes off it for the time being, trying not to appear as interested as he actually was. Unfortunately, he'd never handled much of that kind of technology, as he explained dully, "Not much of science or computer guy. More of a mechanic, or a blacksmith." Qualities that he'd never been dissatisfied with, until potentially now. "Sure as hell not a tailor."

With a smirk of arrogance, he turned to the door again, teasing confidently, "So you just let me know if you ever want a real weapon, and I'll see what I can do for ya." He may have had an intention of getting under the man's skin-- if only enough to get a reaction out of him, and cause him to test his professionalism against his pride.

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A blacksmith? He hadn't heard that term in.... well, people were so much more than blacksmiths in Aizawa's world. No one even really used that term anymore. Which meant it sounded terribly archaic to Aizawa and made it seem like Branwen wasn't going to be useful at all. Not for the things that the pro-hero had been thinking about with some of the students he had sitting in his classes. Like the girl who couldn't touch others without causing trouble or the kid who could suck life force out of others. The one who had been boasting about Aizawa's class being cool. Maybe because there was a chance for the kid to use his powers without killing someone, as long as the professor was around. Trying to learn about it, at least.

A slight snort escaped him and he shook his head ever so slightly at the other man. Who was obviously trying to provoke him into something. Which might have worked if Aizawa was a different person. There was a reason why he had never followed the track of fame back home. Why he had never topped any of the charts. Because proving himself to others or having fans just wasn't Aizawa's point in being a professional superhero.

"This weapon is idle to my fighting style and what I need to handle most dangerous situations. It's versatile." Which was the main reason he used it. He could use it for so many things and when he had discovered it in school, it had changed everything for Aizawa. At least in deciding exactly what he was going to do with his pro-hero life. "It's more than what a blacksmith could ever hope to make." The parting shot was spoken just as evenly as the rest but Aizawa finished the juice pouch and crumpled it, easily throwing it into the bin from where he was sitting. Really though, how could a blacksmith ever hope to make something like his scarf?

The verbal jab didn't result in anything exciting, but Qrow glanced to the crumpled juice box as it landed in the trash bin beside the door and the departing hunstman, smiling with pride at the blacksmith comment even though it was meant to be an insult. "Again, not a tailor, my friend." He corrected unashamedly. How boring of a craft would that be, even if it was with nanofibers.

"But I'm sure it's all you're chalking it up to be. Sure gives ya a real risen-mummy look, if that's what you're going for." He shot over his shoulder with a smirk before giving the undead a salute and leaving the classroom.

A strict scarf-wielder who could stare down kids' powers and maintain the title of the world's greatest insomniac was no match for him. Qrow was far cooler than that hack, and Joey always had been excitable by the smallest of things.